The walls of your room are coming closer. So close that they squeeze your body until only your head is standing out.
On the way to work you‘re still numb when your thoughts are touching reality again. Cold and warm, both ugly and beautiful, but in the end they are stuck in a wasteland of the usual. You‘re sitting on a train when you‘re facing your ex. She is smiling at you while she kisses her new guy‘s neck.
You find yourself sitting in the back of an old Volkswagen Golf. You‘re celebrating the easy life. You‘re the philosopher, drunk and high watching the dark sky full of stars. Neither black nor white, but empty.
This is how it feels like chasing a dream. And then there is your band. Your best mates. The documentary of your young life.
Wake up, wake up, the youth is on the streets
Naive not even knowing how to proceed
In the shadow of the city a dream raised in us that will guide us to the top - the next untouchable or just desperate youth?
As yet we are rolling stone by stone in front of your feet.